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tonypierce.org | my favorite spam | archive | contact me fine folks J.T. Tomich ultrasoup Gargoyle Keep fine media Art and Fear J. Otto Seibold freaks, fish, and taco salad the other, more famous "tony pierce"		I've come to believe that jazz musicians and samurai are right: you must practice your scales relentlessly, and then, when it comes time to perform, forget everything. Tuesday, September 07, 2004 | 10:09 AM 109457706739827763 Smart things the guy in the cube near me is saying about where he tends to eat for lunch. Apparently he's been favoring a cafeteria style international food court: Meatball sandwiches "they have something called lasagna" "it seems kind of small, but i've been eating that now" "they build an enchilada for you and they really stuff it full of meat" "I have a finicky appetite. I don't like a lot of kinds of food. Pretty much I eat American, Italian, Mexican. I don't much like Asian food. People used to take me to eat it, but I've stopped. It's not that I don't like chinese food. I do like it. The crispy chicken is like fried chicken. It's got a different flavor from the American Fried Chicken." Wednesday, September 01, 2004 | 12:52 PM 109406859903389587 Smart things the guy in the cube near me is saying about where he tends to eat for lunch. Apparently he's been favoring a cafeteria style international food court: Meatball sandwiches "they have something called lasagna" "it seems kind of small, but i've been eating that now" "they build an enchilada for you and they really stuff it full of meat" | 12:52 PM 109406844754102096 I feel I have a strong moral duty to post sober having just read the summaries of recent protests using an RSS reader and seeing that just about all of them were made under the influence. This should be a clue to me that I'm not really comfortable doing this whole posting, blogging, "hey world, here's what's up with ME" thing. It's as if I were at a party, unable to speak or have fun unless I've had something to drink. Which is usually what happens to me at real parties. I can cut loose! I can have a good time. This is a classic symptom of alcoholism, so I suppose I should be worried. "Getting drunk, passing out, not remembering what you did, throwing up, and cringing in embarrassment aren't a normal part of social drinking. Neither is being arrested, getting in fights, having sex with someone you don't know or like, or wrecking your car." Problem Drinking & Alcoholism: Words to the Wise However, the author doesn't mention blogging, so perhaps I'm still less part of the problem, though not part of the solution. I became curious earlier about how Methamphetamine is made and after some pointless deadends at the typical garbagedump search engine hacks that always come up for popular and or forbidden style search terms (sex, making money, drugs, popular toys, attractive models, etc), I found this imformative and well constructed article. I wish to mention that I have never had the least interest in meth. Nothing about it sounds at all fun, interesting, or pleasant, and the worst case scenarios are as bad as with any seriously unhealthful drug. In a sense, it fulfills the third test fot the existence of pornography whether the work, taken as a whole, lacks serious literary, artistic, political, or scientific value. Applied without the others two measures, this pretty much applies to just about everything. Sunday, August 22, 2004 | 1:31 AM 109316425957957958 I hate to establish this sort of pattern, but here I am, after a party, a bit touched by the vino. Who cares? A Marina party at a party filled with "aging dot-commers" and "senior executives and the young women they met at the party last weekend". It was fun. I met many nice people. The women looked avidly toward the men, some of them. A man wanted me to feed him heirloom tomatoes (I tossed one in his mouth) (they were cherry tomatoes, in case any surreal images come to mind). Numerous people admired the host's stainless steel medical supply cabinet holding his scotches, his vodkas, and his fine glasses. The Tour De France was on the TV -- Stage 16, and Lance winning. Everyone was cheered. Written amongst the white grafitti on the French road supporting Ullrich in German, and proclaimations of love between "Lori + Yuri" was "Lance Sucks" and "Fuck Lance" and "Lance Rip Their Balls Off". Meanwhile, Lance rode and he won. The party was allegedly a wine tasting party. I drank many wines, several of which were European in origin and tasting of odd vegetable flavors. I had some good cheeses. There were delicious (aforementioned) heirloom cherry tomatoes, blanched snap-peas, jicama, crackers. Fine dark chocolate, dammit. I felt as if I were at a party in the Marina, amongst many strangers and a few friends. It was a nice time, disorienting, but nice. Thursday, July 22, 2004 | 12:21 AM 109048108886697490 How long before the wallpaper that we installed to block interference from our neighbor's wireless network begins to produce signals of its own? Tonight, during a walk in the cool, sweet summer air blown clean through the Golden Gate, I had a moment of minor aesthetic passion when we approached a tall apartment building clad in scaffolding and shrouds. Four orange street lights formed a geometric figure at the top of the hill. From below, I felt overwhelmed, thrilled in a way I have not felt in a long time. The hill was steep, the building mysterious, its edges softened by the construction equipment. Our friend wrote notes in a fine, evenly spaced hand in black ink on the white box of her takeout container from dinner. Monday, July 12, 2004 | 11:54 PM 108970270421148370 Today we went with friend D down to Mt. View and saw a production of Tom Stoppard's Arcadia. Our friend, an economist, pointed out afterwards that he wished someone would make a play about science that didn't treat older theories (in this case Newtonian physics) as somehow dogmatic and arrogant, with a newer set of theories (in this case Chaos theory) being posited as more open, more honest about the ways of the universe. He wanted a play that would really deal with the philosophy of science in a genuinely complex manner. I remembered something someone once told me: book publishers understand that every mathematical equation in a book loses X% of the possible readership. They understand the impact of real math on a popular book. Down south, it was sunny, hot. The CalTrain was comfortable and carried us through an unfolding landscape of houses and junk yards, green trees and shopping plazas. When we returned to San Francisco, an icy fog had descended Sunday, July 11, 2004 | 8:15 PM 108960247887878692 The Mosquito has never been my favorite insect, but now West Nile Virus makes the appearance of one in our bathroom downright sinister. I killed it by climbing up on the tub and the sink and squashing it against the ceiling. In the East Bay the day was sunny and cool. By night, fog had driven across the bay from the city and enshrouded us. The toll on the Bay Bridge has risen by a dollar. The woman at the booth said thank you. Tuesday, July 06, 2004 | 12:27 AM 108909902565824715 On a foggy night in san Francisco, you can see nohing eceot for the buildings on the streets leading to the bay, and the headlightso f thcars and the fog. The fog! There is really nothing else. From the 11th floor, facing the bay, on a hill in pacific heights, you can really see nothing else. In the unknown distance, you can s hear the booms of the fireworks explosions. You can hear a thud thud thud. B But mostly you hear thetoher people at the party stumbling around inside the apartment and watching the star spangled banner wave on TV. A flat t, the flattest biggest tv you've ever seen. In a thousand years, this tv will notimpress, but right now, it is an amazing tv. People arge and debate about where the flag is. Is this here? Is this the east coast? WE DECIDE IT'S PROBABLY BOSTON. THE MUSIC CHANGES FROM THE STAR SPANGLED BANNER TO born in THE USA, TO LIVING IN AMERICA. AN God KNOWS WHAT OTHER TUNES. THIS IS NEW YEARS, DRUNK N PACIFIC HEIGHTS, ON independence day. Sunday, July 04, 2004 | 11:47 PM 108901049530219936 A WHOLE NEW WORLD OF FUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I've been provoked to start a new asault on the blog world. To start off, I'll tell you this: it's the immediacy of the experience that is key. Right now I'm at The Grove on Chestnut in San Francisco, CA, eavesdropping on a man and woman have an interesting conversation about various people, including an elderly woman stricken with cancer who has always been depressed and is very intelligent. The man is talking about visiting a Buddhist country of some kind. I've been running, compiling, and reading examples of javacc parser definitions. javacc I'm reading about Sentence Diagramming, which is something I never learned in school, and now find very interesting. diagramming sentences Saturday, July 03, 2004 | 6:05 PM 108890340817621745 I just ate a bowl of raisin bran and an apple and it was too much. I'm stuffed now. Tuesday, March 30, 2004 | 12:34 AM 108063581113865670

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